A Still Pond

A still pond,
Black as night,
The stars shining,
With a small light.

Reflecting my face,
Pale in the moon's might,
My eyes flashing,
A wondrous sight.

The pond's blue face,
Ripples from a drop of rain,
Disturbing the light,
Driving me insane.

The pond is still there,
Peaceful once again,
The moon shining bright,
This is the end.

-Bri